Diana's POV :
Imagine that day your mum calls you, thinking it was a simple request but it turns out to be a life changing call, telling you that a mother asked for a "rightful look" for her son.
So he could see you and decide whether you were good enough or not, so that evening after mum told me that news I couldn't stop thinking about all my flaws the way he's look at me, the discuss on his face, his mother's thoughts, all the bad things.
After all that thinking mum called saying him and his family's on the way and I had nothing to say, I was so nervous, shaky hands, goose bumps, I still haven't chosen what I wanted to wear so scared.
Somehow I got the courage to move and pick up an outfit, Long light pink three-quarter sleeve dress well fitted at the bust, flowing at the waist one of my favourite dresses.
I might as well wear one of favourite's that even if I get rejected i'll be crying in my favourite dress at least.
Decided to take a quick shower just in case they came early, so here I am in this hot water thinking how he would look, would you like me? what would his personality be like?
Too caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear mum banging the door asking me to hurry up, got out of the shower, wrapped the towel around my body another one around my hair, looking at myself in the mirror.
A typical Saudi girl, brown eyes, button nose, medium lips, round face looking at myself I said what would he like about me? I've got nothing…
Sighting I started on my make up -even though I don't like makeup I've got to put something on or else mum will kill me- finished putting my mascara, blusher, lip gloss on.
I went back into the room, trying to think what I should do with my hair, took the towel off, started brushing it, getting annoyed like always, too long, too thick finishing looked at it in the mirror, i'll leave it as it's already straight so It won't look messed up.
Hearing the door bell ring, looking at myself I'm still in my towel, and quickly putting on my underwear, dress, flats on quickly.
Running through the house trying not to be late -cause it's so rude making people wait- as I was running, Our maid made me stop saying that mum's with the guests and that I should bring in the drinks.
"Running to her maybe future,
It was as straight as a ruler,
She need's a little bit of humor,
To make her looser,
She need's somebody to appreate all her features,
Not somebody that well treat her like a computer".
-Aceel RD
@misscareful
13-Sep-2014
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